Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.